The year 2020 is such a good even number. It rolls off the tongue nicely: twenny-twenny . It's visually pleasing. I can just imagine all the new year's resolutions and campaigns centered on having 20/20 vision. It just felt like a beautiful, perfect year to get shit together. Who would've thought that it would turn out like this? A freaking global pandemic! A big nope to all your plans, the universe sends its regards! And with all this time spent ruminating, I've been feeling really dissonant. I feel like I'm at the edge of a pit, looking down at its bottomless, dreary infinite-ness. It's not appealing at all. This post is not about the bottomless pit, though. This post is about hope, about the stars above if I just choose to look up.